Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1887-06-25


suppressed groan.
Just then the big sled was hauled
back up the street, the reckless
coasters all penitent and terrified,
and eager to render every service.
A helpful idea frightened the
girls anxious face.
1T would be an hour before prop
err assistance could be brought to
you here,n she said, in her quick,
sweet, girlish voice. but there is
dear, motherly old lady living in
that little cottage at the top of the
hill. Let the boys put you on the
sled and take you up to her. She
is my friend and she will do what
ever / wish"
And so few minutes later the in.
jured young gentleman was snugly
ensconced on cosy lounge of the
cosey little cottage and physician
had been sent for.
"Ah, you will be all right again in
a few days." the doctor said, cheer
fully, "only you must keep yourself
perfectly quiet, and not try to exert
yourself in any way"
81 can reconcile myself to the sit
uation easily if you will promise to
cheer my Imprisonment occasional
ly," the gentleman said, with one of
his flashing smiles toward the pretty
girl, who readily promised what he
seemed so eagerly to desire.
And that was the beginning of
pretty Dorinda Grey's acquaintance
with the handsome young stranger
whom she had exalted to hero-a
king among men.
He had done only what any other
man would have done in similar cir
cumstances. He had simply snatch
ed her away from tn, track of the
flying sled. He had perceived no
risk to himself, no sacrifice he had
Deen safely beyond any collision
with the coaster-it was his OWE
awkward stumble on the theacher-
ously CLASSY incline which had csus
ed his mishap. The peril was over
when he had slipped upon one of his
heels and fallen. Itmight have hap
pened just the same even if he had
not FASTENED CALAMITY to the rescue
of distractingly pretty girl.
But there were trifling little
truths which he did not deem abso-
lutely necessary to reveal. 1t was
to pleasant to pose as wounded he
70, and to have his temporary con-
finement enlivened by the visits of
his graceful and interesting new ac-
quaintance. For his own sake he
preferred not to spoil her little illu-
sions on the subject.
And so Dorinda went homeward,
taking with her the image of an ele-
CANT figure and handsome counte-
nance of facinating young strang-
err, whose tones were like music,
whose smile was like flash of sun
hight, whose brilliant black eyes had
gazed admiringly, almost tenderly,
into her own.
Her own great brown eyes were
bright as stars, her checks flushed
with a curiously wavering rose tint,
as she at length entered the fine old
yellow stone mansion at the further
end of the village street.
"What ON earth has kept you so
long, Dodo ~ queried tall and
stately young lady in an elegant
morning dress of Sevres blue satin.
"Did they have the kind of pacha
braid wanted at the store ?-or did
you forget your errand, and stay all
this time gossiping with that simple
old Mrs. Merron 7"
The rose tint deepened to crimson
on Dodo's pretty cheeks, but she
did not choose to explain what had
deferred her at Mrs. Merron's cot
tsve on the hill.
III couldn't get the braid, Greta !;
| they don't keep it.v she answered.